Wu Jian did not know when he appeared between Lu Yuan and Wu Ju.

He stretched forward with two fingers of one hand and firmly grasped the almost transparent Chengying.

His other hand was covering his abdomen, and a sword tip emerged from the back of his hand. Blood flowed, dyeing his green robe dark brown.

"Young Master Lu, you can stop now." Wu Jian said calmly: "You won this sword challenge."

Lu Yuan did not answer, but looked at his heart and said with lingering fear: "Good swordsmanship."

There was a shallow scar on his heart.

But only Lu Yuan knew how deep this scar was.

It was only a few centimeters away from piercing his heart.

This kind of power is actually just the residual power of the sword energy after the fish intestine sword pierced Wu Jian's body!

If Wu Jian didn't take action, he might die together with Wu Ju today!

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan suddenly looked at Wu Jian and asked doubtfully: "Why save me?"

"I still have to give some points to Li Chungang's face." Wu Jian said calmly.

Lu Yuan fell into silence after hearing this, slowly took back Cheng Ying, and returned the sword to its sheath.

Seeing that there was no trace of pain on his face, Wu took a step forward and pulled the fish intestine sword out of his body.

He turned around and looked at Wu Ju, who had a ferocious face and dull eyes. He sighed sadly, stretched out his hand and closed Wu Ju's eyes gently without looking back.

"You can go to the sword tomb to pick up the sword at any time after Young Master Lu has completed his training."

Lu Yuan nodded, glanced at Wu Yuanming in the corner, and walked over slowly.

Wu Yuanming was completely stunned. He didn't come back to his senses until Lu Yuan stood in front of him, and he quickly cried: "Grandpa! Save me!"

But Wu Ju, who had always responded to his requests, stood frozen in place like a stone statue.

Wu Yuanming shouted several times before realizing something. He looked at Wu Ju's back in disbelief, stretched out his hand and whispered softly: "Grandpa...Grandpa?"

"For Wu Ju's sake, I'll give you a chance to speak." Lu Yuan said calmly.

For enemies like Wu Ju, Lu Yuan has never been stingy with his respect.

Wu Yuanming opened his mouth wide, looked at Wu Ju and then at Lu Yuan, and finally his eyes fell on Wu Jian, and suddenly he begged loudly: "Grandpa!

Please! help me!

I don't dare anymore!

For the sake of my grandfather, please spare my life! "

"Shut up!" Wu Jian finally couldn't help but shouted angrily: "How dare you mention your grandfather!

If it weren't for you, how could he..."

Wu Jian took a deep breath and swallowed back the next words.

He did not dare to use great force, so he carefully opened Wu Ju's fingers, took out the fish intestine sword and put it into his arms. Then, just like he did when he was a child, he carried Wu Ju on his back, without saying a word, and slowly walked towards the door. Go.

Wu Jian's attitude said everything. The sword slave in the scene also walked out after seeing this. Before leaving, he looked at Wu Yuanming in his eyes, not hiding his disdain at all.

Zhu Huang deliberately fell behind, passing by Wu Yuanming and chuckled: "If I were you, I would have killed you by now.

Wu Ju is still too soft-hearted. If it were me, you wouldn't live to be eight years old.

You are still angry all day long and can't go down the mountain. No matter how unbearable that kid Wu Liuding is, you can't even compare to him! "

After Zhu Huang finished speaking, he smiled at Lu Yuan, cupped his hands, and walked out of the inn humming a tune.

Wu Yuanming was so angry that he gritted his teeth. What he hated most in his life was that others compared him with Wu Liuding.

He yelled at the top of his lungs and ordered the sword slaves to stay, but no one paid him any attention.

Not long after, only Lu Yuan and Wu Yuanming were left in the inn.

Looking at Wu Yuanming who was sweating profusely, Lu Yuan wiped the blood from his face and said calmly: "Have you got nothing to say?"

Wu Yuanming was stunned, and suddenly shouted at the three people hanging on the inn: "How long will you keep pretending!

Wake up! He's going to kill us. "

In the inn, Chai Ming, who had been abandoned by his father, had a dull expression and eyes ashen as death. He turned a deaf ear to Wu Yuanming's words and allowed the wind to blow him around.

Chen Xiong kept staring at his father's headless body, his overwhelming hatred almost turning into reality.

When he heard Wu Yuanming's words, he immediately looked down at Lu Yuan, gritted his teeth and roared: "What are you waiting for?!

kill me! kill me! "

Yuan Dahe has also woken up, but there is not much worry on his face. His eyes are shining, as if he is thinking about something.

"Are these your last words?" Lu Yuan slowly raised his hand, paused and said slowly: "Let me digress.

There are a few of them who have more backbone than you. "

Duh duh duh!

Four sword energies emitted from the fingertips.

Chai Ming and Chen Xiong trembled violently and slowly lowered their heads. Blood gushes out from the blood holes between their eyebrows and drips to the ground.

Yuan Dahe's face was full of surprise, as if he didn't expect Lu Yuan to strike so decisively. Blood slid down his face and flowed into his open mouth.

But Wu Yuanming was lying on the ground. When he found that he couldn't control his body, he said in horror: "What did you do to me!"

"After all, you are the mastermind. It would be too easy to die." Lu Yuan said calmly: "A person can live for three or four days without eating or drinking water.

I will trouble you to reflect on this in the cellar these days. "

Wu Yuanming's face turned pale, he was so frightened that he didn't even have the strength to curse, and he begged in a low voice: "Please... don't do this... please... kill me... please... "

Lu Yuan shook his head slowly but firmly, "When you start doing it, you have to think that such a day will come.

Good will be rewarded with good and evil will be punished with evil. It should not be empty words, let alone a joke. "

When Wu Yuanming heard this, a flash of madness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly laughed so wildly that he was out of breath.

Lu Yuan looked at him calmly and allowed him to vent to his heart's content.

It wasn't until he laughed out all the air in his lungs that Wu Yuanming stopped coughing and gasped: "Stop saying such empty words.

You just found a high-sounding reason to take action because I offended you!

Stop pretending to be a saint here! "

Lu Yuan said calmly: "It's the same sentence.

If you think so, I can't help it. "

Wu Yuanming looked at Lu Yuan's calm eyes and was suddenly startled. After a while, he whispered softly: "Do you know what you did?"

"Except for a few scum."

"Scum?" Wu Yuanming sneered and continued: "Chai Gang is just a weakling, so there's no need to mention it.

Chen Sheng is the state shepherd. From now on, Liyang will fight you to death!

And that Yuan Dahe, do you know whose son he is? "

Wu Yuanming paused, and without waiting for Lu Yuan to answer, he laughed wildly: "He is the illegitimate son of Guangling King Zhao Yi!

The son of the same brother as the current emperor!

Hahahahaha! "

He longed to see a panicked expression on Lu Yuan's face, but after laughing for a long time, Lu Yuan's expression remained calm.

Gradually, the laughter disappeared.

Only then did Lu Yuan speak: "Zhao Yi?

That's good news.

Don't worry, I will deliver this gift to his house. "

Wu Yuanming was stunned for a moment, his eyes becoming more and more confused.

Lu Yuan didn't bother to explain the grudges to him. He turned to Duan Shenying, who had just returned, and said, "Gag his mouth and throw him into the cellar."

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